Help Kneaded

You’re at the town square to run some errands, and you see Mariya. As you approach, you notice her clothes are covered in powder. At her feet is a torn sack of flour. When she sees you, she lets out a soft laugh. “We need to stop meeting like this.” She dusts herself off, and kicks the sack of flour. This, of course, makes a huge mess. You grab some brooms so the two of you can clean up.